Angel POV

"I choose..."

*Bam!* The Sound of a Gunshot

*WHOOSH!*

All of a sudden, I was engulfed in black smoke, and then I felt something around my mouth, and then my waist, and it carried me out of the bar, and threw me into what sounded like a van. I had no idea what was going on, everything was black, and all I heard were the yells of my name from everyone inside the bar, and the sound of an engine driving off...with me in it.

Mikoto POV

"I choose..." she said.

*Bam!"

*WHOOSH!*

There was black smoke everywhere, and after I heard that gunshot, I freaked out. After a few more minutes, I couldn't hear or see Angel anywhere. Then I heard the sound of an engine to a car driving off. Angel? Uh-oh! Were the two thoughts that came to mind. I rushed out of the bar and took off running after the van as fast I could, with Kuroh right behind me.

After 5 minutes of chasing after the van, we finally stopped, breathing restlessly, and yelling after Angel.

"Angel! No!"

.....

~10 Minutes Later

Mikoto POV

Talking to Kuroh~

"Well, looks like we've got to go save her then, let's go." I said with a confident smile. (Hoping that he would just stop arguing with me about who would save Angel).

"Maybe.... But I um....... I wanted to save her myself. Thank you very much."

'Seriously?'I thought in my head.

"Why? So she would pick you?"

"No. Anyways, I think that you are probably going to be the one she picks because did you see the way she looked at you after you kissed her?"

"Well, no actually. I thought that she was going to pick you to be honest." I say with sadness in my voice.

"Oh." he said like he was very surprised.

Angel POV

The last thing that I heard from two people that I cared about, was that they were yelling my name. I didn't know what was really going on, I was in the back of a van, and it feels like it's been days since I was thrown in here. I didn't know what was going on, or what this man was going to do with me. I noticed that he was looking at me through the mirror in front, and that creeped me out, at least, how, he was looking at me. So, I decided I would ask him what the heck was going on.

So I decided to ask him. "Um...... sir what are you going to do with me?" and when I asked that, I knew right then and there that it was a bad idea to ask him that because he just looked at me really creepily and then he smiled at me and he said that he would do too many things to me, and it would be impossible to say what because there were so many. Then for some reason he told me to come sit up there with him, so I did, because I didn't want to get beat, or whatever would happen if I defied him. But as soon as I climbed to the front (clumsily), I became scared, and then he kissed me, on the lips.

"What the he-" but he put his finger to my lips before I could say anymore.

"So what's your name dollface?"

'Dollface? Seriously?'

"Angel." and he smiled when I said that.

"Beautiful name if you ask me. I'm Biblia. And technically I actually knew your name I just wanted you to tell me."

We stopped by at this school, and he said that he owned the school (like that was supposed to impress me.), so, yeah. He picked me up without, my permission, (but I guess that's what kidnappers do, huh?), and then he threw me into a chair in some sort of secret office. At least, that's what he told me. He strapped me there, and left me there for what seemed like hours, then he came back with a smile on his face. And I had tears in my eyes.

"Why, why am I here?"

"Because, I saw you, and I couldn't resist your... undeniable, sexy beauty." He says into my ear, and I shiver slightly.

"I just, I just want to go back home."

"But, I can't let you do that. I'm already having so much fun."

'What's wrong with this man?'

"Well, I'm not. Please let me go, or I'll," I looked at the phone on the desk, "or I'll call the cops."

"Yea, good luck with those bonds." he then sat on my lap, making me even more uncomfortable, and then attempted to kiss me, but I bit his tongue.

"Ah! Feisty are we? Just like the way I like 'em." Then he put his lips to mine, fiercely, and with more passion then I have ever kissed anyone.

"What the heck?!"

"I've made my first mark. Yet, there are more to come."

'WHAT?! First mark? Oh boy.'